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It's the
United States of Anarchy
A million civilians will rise above your system
United States of Anarchy
Chaos, destruction, society can't function
United States of Anarchy
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Turn the box of channels on
Sounds like it's playing you're favorite song
And if you think you've had enough
No surprise you can't turn it off
It goes "Your attention please,
Buy me, oh buy me"
It's not about what you need
It's what you want
You put the static jungle around you
All those jingles that astound you
Got no concept of enough
Why would you ever turn them off
They go "Your attention please,
Buy me, oh buy me"
It's not about what you need
It's what you want…
And you want me
"Your attention please,
Buy me, oh buy me"
It's not about what you need
It's what you want…
And you want me
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3. |
Shut Up! Hell Up!
01:33
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When I grow up, I'll stick it to the man
I'll tour around the world in my punk rock band
Screw you mom, you took away my toys
I'll rock around the world with my punk rock boys
Screw you dad, you really make me mad
You really make me mad because you are a bad dad
Screw you school, I won't do that work
All you big stupid teachers are big stupid jerks
Shut Up! Hell Up! Shut Up! Hell Up!
Shut Up! Hell Up! Shut Up! Hell Up!
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I hate the government and I hate you too
I hate everything, it's a piece of poo
Screw the world, I'll stay in my room
I am different from everyone, I am a non-conformist
I am better that everyone, and all of you know this
Shut Up! Hell Up! Shut Up! Hell Up!
Shut Up! Hell Up! Shut Up! Hell Up!
Yeah!
Shut Up! Hell Up! Shut Up! Hell Up!
Shut Up! Hell Up! Shut Up! Hell Up!
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4. |
Post No Bills
00:49
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Post no bills
Post no bills
Post no bills
Post no bills
Lady kills
Just for thrills
I hit the hills
Mountain bike
Rocket like
My third lip was my third reich
Post no bills
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I never met a politician that I I liked one bit
I think every one of them is full of total shit
They're making all the promises while they're on their campaign
I'd be shocked if even one of them had any kind of brian
Politics can suck my dick, why do we even need them
Politics can suck my dick, fuck the two party system
Politics can suck my dick, what are they even good for
Politics can suck my dick, we the people can't take more
I don't wanna live in a country that can't come to an agreement
The founding fathers didn't give a fuck, cause all of them were deists
Well I don't wanna be a republican because they're conservative
And I don't wanna be a democrat, because they're all filthy libs
Cause politics can suck my dick, why do we even need them
Politics can suck my dick, fuck the two party system
Politics can suck my dick, what are they even good for
Politics can suck my dick, we the people can't take more
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Politics can suck my dick, why do we even need them
Politics can suck my dick, fuck the two party system
Politics can suck my dick, what are they even good for
Politics can suck my dick, we the people can't take more.
Can't take more, can't take more, can't take more
Politics can suck my dick….
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6. |
Television
00:23
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Bobby Bilbo Baggins, big, butthole, bidet,
Biggie, Brady, biddies
Just a channel flip away
Apples, ants, and apricots
Arthur, atache, anal apparitions
Just a channel flip away
Dungeon, dicks, diaspora,
danger and dismay, diodes doing donuts
Just a channel flip away
channel flip away
channel flip away
channel flip away
What's on T.V. today?
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7. |
Corporate Whore
02:21
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Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
You say I'm just a cog
Be thankful for your job
Gotta fit that mold
Just do what you're told
Cause I'm compatible, and I'm adaptable
And my entire personality is malleable
And I'll just wait and see what you want me to be
And alter every fiber of myself accordingly
So punch me in and sign me up for more
I'm on the clock and I'm a corporate whore
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
You say I'm just a cog
Be thankful for your job
Gotta fit that mold
Just do what you're told
Cause I'm compatible, and I'm adaptable
And my entire personality is malleable
And I'll just wait and see what you want me to be
And alter every fiber of myself accordingly
So punch me in and sign me up for more
I'm on the clock and I'm a corporate whore
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
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8. |
Spleenagers
03:59
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I've been trying really hard to get a handle on my life
I've been spiraling for months, and that's a feeling I don't like
A sense of dread or
A tinge of apathy,
Some slight depression
Or a mixture of all three
And I wish that I could take back every stupid thing I've said
And I wish that I'd stop listening to the voices in my head
And I wish that just for once I wouldn't fuck everything up
And I wish that someday all that I can give will be enough
Oh.
I'm in over my head, and I've completely lost all hope
I'm at the bottom of my glass, I'm at the end of my rope
I make commitments
That I can never keep
It's overwhelming
I resign myself to sleep, sleep, oh.
And I wish that I could take back every stupid thing I've said
And I wish that I'd stop listening to the voices in my head
And I wish that just for once I wouldn't fuck everything up
And I wish that someday all that I can give will be enough
Oh.
Maybe someday when I'm old
I may learn some self control
Or learn how to be slightly less selfish
But for now I guess I guess I'll try
To get through or get by
Without burning every bridge after I cross it.
And I wish that I could take back every stupid thing I've said
And I wish that I'd stop listening to the voices in my head
And I wish that just for once I wouldn't fuck everything up
And I wish that someday all that I can give will be enough
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
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9. |
Emotional Masturbation
00:06
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Emotional!
Masturbation!
Emotional!
Masturbation!
Fuck!
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10. |
43
02:37
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Well you're the president of the United States
But everything you do just fills me up with hate
We're deep in debt and then you send us off to war
You stole the 2000 election from Al Gore
You're making laws that will invade my privacy
And letting all our jobs go overseas
You wanna make sure that no child gets left behind
What do you know, you're clearly out of your mind?
W., what is wrong with you?
Can't you see that you're tearing us a part
You can't lead and when we impeach
You'll get no sympathy from me
43
You're just upset that daddy loves Jeb best
You hate the women, the poor, and Kanye West
You let Dick Cheney do enhanced interrogation
You tried to sell us to the whole Chinese Nation
You wanna take away a woman's right to choose
And make every T.V. only play Fox News
You got the entire world in your palm
And in the other hand a fucking atom bomb
W., what is wrong with you?
Can't you see that you're tearing us a part
You can't lead and when we impeach
You'll get no sympathy from me
43
You're the worst president we've ever had to date
I bet you even had a hand in Watergate
You tax me way too much and I just can't wait
To kick your redneck ass out the White House in '08
W., what is wrong with you?
Can't you see that you're tearing us a part
You can't lead and when we impeach
You'll get no sympathy from me
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
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11. |
Ask Me About The Ramones
01:31
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Everybody tells me that I'm nothing but a slob
That I need to cut my hair and get myself a job
But I pay no mind to them, I'm fine all by myself
I've got everything I need in the vinyl on my shelf
You criticize the way I live
Say I should be more productive
But I'm not a no one after all
You just don't know it yet
But just
Ask me about the Ramones
They're a cool band
Ask me about the Ramones
I'm a cool guy
Ask me about the Ramones
They're a cool band
Ask me about the Ramones
I'm a cool guy
Well what would happen if I were to disappear
Just pack up my guitar and get myself out of here
Maybe I'd meet someone and form a rocking band
You'd hear my music and you'd finally understand
That there is more than meets the eye
I'm an extraordinary guy
I'm not a no one after all
You just don't know it yet
Why don't you
Ask me about the Ramones
They're a cool band
Ask me about the Ramones
I'm a cool guy
Ask me about the Ramones
They're a cool band
Ask me about
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I wanna die right now
I wanna stab myself in the heart
Destroy my body
Set off a bomb to blow me apart
Take me to the guillotine
Push me off a building
Tie me to a railroad
Just do what you need to because I
I wanna die right now
I wanna burn to death
Set fire right to skin
With a blunt object
I'll make my head cave in
Committing suicide
By ingesting pesticide
Quick or slow or painful
Just do what you need to because I
I wanna die right now
I'll pull an Ian Curtis
I'm gonna Kurt Cobain
I'll go Nick Drake
I'll O.D. on my pain
Take me to the guillotine
Push me off a building
Tie me to a railroad
Just do what you need to because I
I wanna die right now
And with this pistol
Point it to my temple
And pull the trigger
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13. |
The Indifference Bop
00:50
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I don't wanna
But now I wanna
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
Oh yeah
Oh Yeah
Pa papa mowmowmow I don't care
Pa papa mowmowmow I don't care
Pa papa mowmowmow I don't care
Pa papa mowmowmow I don't care
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
I don't wanna
But now I wanna
Oh yeah
Oh Yeah
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14. |
Pony
01:59
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So much pleasure
So much pain
So much guessing in this game
We could be perfect
Of that I'm sure
Shedding my morals to the floor
You won't play with my, you won't play with my, you won't play with my, you won't play with my mind
'Cause my mind just isn't in, it just isn't in, it just isn't in, just not in control
You make me feel so old.
The way you treat me
I try to avoid
Or I'm a kid with brand new toy
But I've been searching
Deep inside
To find a piece of that pure bride
You are a pale horse that I won't ride
You can't play with my, you can't play with my, you can't play with my, you can't play with my head
Because I can't let myself, I can't let myself, I can't let myself, can't let myself die
Won't let myself inside
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15. |
I Touch Myself
00:32
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I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
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16. |
Sex and Violence
00:59
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We need sex sex sex sex sex sex sex and violence
We're gonna cum cum cum cum cum cum cum and kill
Mah mah mah mastur mastur masturbate and murder
We're shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot skeet to thrill
It's ten 'o clock on a Friday night
Going to the bar and I'm feeling all right
Find a guy and pick a fight
Find a girl to fuck all night
We need sex sex sex sex sex sex sex and violence
We're gonna cum cum cum cum cum cum cum and kill
Mah mah mah mastur mastur masturbate and murder
We're shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot skeet to thrill
Sex! And Violence!
And violence!
We need sex sex sex sex sex sex sex
Sex sex sex sex sex sex sex
sex sex sex
sex sex sex
Sex sex sex sex sex sex sex
And violence
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I Wanna Be A Dracula!
03:31
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Dr. M:
Draculas started in Wyoming and we left that shithole town
Too many rednecks and Dick Cheneys and bison all around
Then we went to Colorado, rocked the socks off of their face
They couldn't handle all my spice-ness and all my tasty bass
Now you can try to live naughty or live nice
I like my living with some extra spice
No other way could be spectacular
'Cause for my money I wanna be a dracula.
Justin Tyme:
Draculas went Miami and we played "PSR at the Beach"
They didn't know about the spice, so we had to teach
Draculas went to Wilmington in the state of Delaware
Everyone heard my spice guitar because there's nothing much else there
Now you can try to live naughty or live nice
I like my living with some extra spice
No other way could be spectacular
All my life I wanna be a dracula.
Harry Cola:
Draculas went to Washington D.C., no we didn't FUCK D.C.!
Politics can suck my dick, rock the vote, Obama, Four-Twenty
Draculas went to Nova Scotia and then we came right back
I played drums for a flock of penguins and they all called me a hack
No you can try to live naughty or live nice
I like my living with some extra spice
No other way could be spectacular
In my spread I wanna be a dracula.
The Spicy Draculas:
Draculas went to New York City and we spiced up Matthew Pop
We dominated Drink More Records when we crashed his vinyl shop
Then the world heard about the spice and they wanted to have it too
So we went on a worldwide tour and brought our rock and roll to you and you and you and you and you
And you can try to live naughty or live nice
I like my living with some extra spice
No other way could be spectacular
Because you all wanna be a dracula.
I wanna be a dracula, yeah yeah yeah.
I wanna be a dracula, yeah yeah yeah.
I wanna be a dracula, yeah yeah yeah.
I wanna be a dracula, yeah yeah yeah.
I wanna be a dracula.
I wanna be a dracula.
I wanna be a dracula.
I wanna be a dracula!
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The Spicy Draculas New York, New York
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